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THE BRILLIANT ARTIST, JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN IS NOW A NEW MEMBER OF THE AGARTHA ART GALLERY!!!

PLEASE COME AND VISIT HIM IN HIS NEW AND WONDERFUL HOME:

THE AGARTHA ART GALLERY!!!;

http://www.agarthaartgallery.com/

THANK YOU, DEAR FRIENDS!!!

 

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JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN/ THE AGARTHA ART GALLERY/NEW MEMBER

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THIS IS THE 11TH ANNIVERSARY OF JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN’S

NEW LIFE IN ANOTHER WORLD

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DEAREST  AND MOST BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH

YOUR BEAUTIFUL ART AND PRECIOUS SOUL

WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART!

I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU   ALWAYS!

MOTHER

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JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN IN MEMORIAM

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HORNS by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

 

 

This is the land of perversion, Ruled by the Insect King.

Who flies the flag of black and white,

Creating color in the world

where there is none.

You are blind, blind to everything,

But he makes the bug move

In your bowels!

by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

2008

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THE INSECT KING by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

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PARANOIA by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

Someday there will be monuments to Dick and Gibson alongside Milton

and Homer, and William Blake will be held in the same regard as Yeshua

Ha-Nozri. Our dreams will be safely suspended above the memory of Ke-

pler, and Pluto will become irrelevant and obsolete. We will colonize every

niche of the solar system; we will master every atmosphere and stratosphere.

We will find ways to travel and live in, around, and under every surface, so-

lid and fluid, and in the vacuums all around.

Some of us will know the cold dawn of Mars; tempered by familiar Sol. The

dark, swirling clouds of Jupiter will be pregnant with our craft, navigating the

Nebulous Tempest, a calm communion with Ba’al over Flies. We will bleed Venus

until she is all dried up, and settle down on her crusty shores. We will hold Mer-

cury in our artificial hands like a burning token and plant earrings in the rings

of Saturn. With the thumb of industry and the forefinger of technology, we will

flick old Hades into the void and kiss the sisters, Uranus and Neptune.

WE WILL BE, FOREVERMORE, THE HUMAN RACE!

I love the word frequency; it describes so many things, visible and invisible

light, sound waves; waves can be real or abstract. The vibration that heats a

rock or the pulse of light that makes your eyes work. The ranges are constant,

like a road-map, a compass that points in foreign directions.

I want to see liquid ozone and frozen ozone; it changes color, gets darker;

I wonder if it’s beautiful.

This night has gone nowhere. Will I carry on normally tomorrow or has my

mind spent too long in isolation? I need rest but the sun is about to come out.

I know this feeling well, disgarding tomorrow for the sake of a night of fanta-

sy, living in reverse, choosing to experience the reward followed by the punish-

ment. I feel like a mess. Is it my mind or is there something wrong with my bo-

dy? All I can do is cling to the hope that in a few days things will return to normal.

By Jeremiah Kauffman     Wednesday, March 26, 2008

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JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN’S ART & POETRY

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           A GOD CALLED GOD by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

  Having grown up in the South, overbearing religiousness has been a thorn in my

side. I think what I’ve always found most irritating about it is it’s lack of reason and imagination. The world is such a nicer and more interesting place when one appre-

ciates the unexplainable beauty of nature. The mind is capable of providing a feast

for the soul, if only one can see past the self-perpetuating ignorance of religion. I

wanted to create a symbol in a playful act supposedly creating a new god. I decided

to put something else on a cross: something that is unknown. We do not know if this

creature is good or bad, a criminal or a martyr; it just is. It is a symbol of the cross, enacting the drama of suffering but with an anonymity because it is not a beloved human figure supposedly trying to teach the world something but the cross itself

having taken characteristics which predict it’s future use. Just to be clever, I decided

to name this god” GOD”.

by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN       2008

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JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN’S ART & POETRY

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THE CITY by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

This is a gift for JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN’S birth anniversary.

IN MEMORIAM

As his beautiful soul lives forever in this vast universe,

So will the wonderful, magnificent images and creations

of his pure mind and being

Live forever in this strange world!

This is for you, JEREMIAH, my beloved and most precious child

IN MEMORIAM

These are the drawings and creations that I love!

They will always be in my heart and mind!

THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL! BEAUTIFUL! BEAUTIFUL!hpim0449

THE STROLL by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

Dear People and Fellow Artists;

Please do not forget Jeremiah!

He lives in your special world of art.

Take his out-held and fragile hand,

Embrace him in love and friendship;

Feel his strong heart beat within yours;

And walk with him into your infinite, beautiful

and emotional garden of human fantasy

And flowers of imagination!

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THE GARDEN by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

Jeremiah’s art is permanently displayed in the –

MUSEUM OF COMPUTER ART

A very prestigious, 26 year old art museum that only accepts the best!

To view: http://moca.virtual.museum/autogallery2017/autogallery_kauffmanj

IT IS A DREAM COME TRUE! A MIRACLE!!!

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THESE ARE SOME OF JEREMIAH’S ART CREATIONS:

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by LYNN KAUFFMAN

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        There is a world that is beset by destructive storms. They happen anytime and anywhere. They are monstrous storms which last for days and destroy whatever is in their path, be it forests, mountains or cities. They are storms full of unnatural rage and horrific violence. The wretched and bewildered people that live under this continual torment are constantly fleeing for their lives and rebuilding their homes. They can never find peace or rest!

The cause of the storms is a massive sphere made of fiery crystal with an inner core of cold, black rock. A sinister and unlucky gift from the heavens. It swiftly and haphazardly travels through the world’s sky and no one can predict where or when it will strike it’s crushing blows on the helpless people that cringe and cower below it. When it comes to a place, it stops and begins to draw energy from the surrounding atmosphere and transforms itself into a huge, extremely violent, destructive storm that lasts for days until it is spent and then moves on. It is an unthinking, evil entity of monumental power!

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She goes to the storm that is raging above a large city. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. The young man soars on his stalwart  steed through the torrential rains and harsh, strong winds to the swirling sphere. The fearful and desperate people look up into the sky and see the young man. They are amazed at his daring and bravery- they pray in their souls for his triumph and success in this huge battle against heaven’s monster!

The young man brandishes his shining sword of gold which is engraved with many strange and ancient symbols and proceeds to ride directly next to the howling sphere. He swings his sword and strikes a fierce blow upon the sphere. There is a thunderous, almost deafening sound with an explosion of blinding light and the evil sphere soars off the world with great speed into the depths of space- never to be seen again!

The sky clears into a heavenly blue and the bright sun comes out in a glory of golden, warm light. The people dance and sing in a celebration of pure joy and happiness for now they are free to build their world and live their lives in peace! The young man smiles to see their happiness. They cheer the young man and thank him most heartily for his wonderful help. They bid him a fond farewell as he and his brave steed soar off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!!!

THE DRAWING WAS CREATED BY MY BEAUTIFUL CHILD AND ARTIST, JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN. THE WONDERFUL YOUNG MAN IN THE STORY IS JEREMIAH. JEREMIAH’S LIFE AND ART INSPIRED ME TO WRITE THIS STORY AS A TRIBUTE TO HIS MEMORY. AND NOW I AM TELLING IT TO YOU! THANK YOU FOR VIEWING JEREMIAH’S ART AND FOR READING MY STORY!!!! *********

To view more of Jeremiah Kauffman’s art: http://www.deviantart.com/jeremiahkauffman

To view more of my art: http://www.deviantart.com/lynnkauffman    fineartamerica.com   virtualgallery.com

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THESE STORIES ARE DEDICATED TO MY               BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH

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The drawing was created by my beautiful child and artist, Jeremiah Kauffman! The noble and exquisite young man in the story is Jeremiah. Jeremiah’s art and life inspired me to write this story as a tribute to his memory. And now, I am sharing it with you! Thank you for viewing Jeremiah’s art and for reading this story!!!

To view more of Jeremiah’s art:

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Contact: pernetrope11828jkart#outlook.com

                   *****BIRDS*****

 

There is a world where only trees live. These multitudes of trees are of all kinds of different shapes, sizes,colors, species and heights. If a tree can be imagined, it would be there- literally millions of kinds of trees exist on that world! One could wander through the forests of this strange world for an eternity and never see all of it. It is a glorious feast for the eyes yet, except for the rustling sounds of the swirling wind through the trees’ branches and sometimes the brief noise of a gentile rain, there is total silence!

At the top of this planet in the midst of it’s oldest and largest forest is an extremely ancient tree- the first tree. It is gigantic, almost the size of a small planet itself and is the largest and tallest tree  of all the trees of this world. Crude, uneven steps grow out from it’s trunk which looks more like it is made of thick, wrinkled skin than bark. Tiny, colorful eyes are embed throughout the trunk and branches like a small kingdom of eyes. The eyes watch and sleep and sleep and watch. These eyes have seen many centuries pass and they will see many more. The steps travel around the tree to it’s very top where a primitive platform has formed. The tangled branches, filled with sweet smelling dark, green leaves reach upwards into the sky for thousands of miles. It is, indeed, a most breathtaking vision of beauty and grandeur! At the beginning of the tree, almost hidden in it’s trunk, is a small crevice which forms a hole. Contained inside this hole is a n old, dusty nest of white thorns. In the middle of this nest lies a single , smooth golden egg. The one who gave birth to this egg has long since disappeared in the soft waves of time. The piercing eyes watch this nest with it’s glittering occupant. They watch and wait!

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She lands at the feet of the ancient tree. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. He stands before the old tree and closes his eyes. The tree’s eyes close as well. He listens to the world’s tearful voice and hears only silence. The world yearns for music and life! He places his hand inside the hole and takes the small, golden egg. The white thorns tear the flesh of his hand causing it to bleed profusely but the young man disregards this. The tree’s eyes look anxious, but the young man tells them not to worry!

He then proceeds to climb the steps. The tree’s eyes watch him in great anticipation. He goes up the steps to very top of the tree. He can no longer see his precious, white steed standing below. He reaches the small, natural platform. From there he stands and tosses the gold egg up into the air, far above him. It soars way above the gigantic tree and bursts into millions of shining pieces. Each piece becomes a wonderful bird. Soon the sky is filled with the brilliant colors and beautiful songs of millions of birds of all kinds. The birds fly to the trees and their sweet music of life invades the silent world with a divine symphony beauty and throbbing nature, forever!

The tree’s eyes weep for joy and their crystal tears cascade down the tree. The tears form a great , clear lake that mirrors the sky that is covered with colorful, dancing birds. The tree’s eyes watch in pure delight this grand theater of life performing and soaring before them.!

The young man descends the tree. He bows to the ancient tree and the tree’s eyes gaze back in love and gratitude! The lovely songs of the birds follow him as he soars off into space. His heart and mind ring with the exquisite music created in the world he leaves as he continues on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!

THIS STORY IS BY LYNN KAUFFMAN

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THESE ARE STORIES DEDICATED TO MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH  IN MEMORIAM

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FLOWERS AND LACE    by LYNN KAUFFMAN

There is a simple world whose terrain is made of many lush and green rolling hills. The crystal, blue sky overlooks these grassy hills that are dotted everywhere by clusters of small, delicate flowers of all kinds of shapes, colors and sizes. The flowers are painted with the detailed brush of many bright and brilliant colors. A beautiful child with large, sparkling eyes, pink cheeks and lustrous golden hair- dressed in soft and colorful garb, holds a large ball made of lace and filigree. She runs with gay laughter, singing enchanting, simple songs, to the top of one of the hills. She tosses the lacey ball upwards and  it soars far into the sky high above her, and hovers there. As it floats in this space, it begins to change from a filigreed ball to an exquisite, shining jewel- a ruby. The child watches this transformation in joyful awe. More fair and laughing children appear holding large balls of lace. They, also, run up to the top of the hills and toss their balls high into the sky. All of the hovering balls change into jewels as well. Some to diamonds, some to emeralds and some to rubies. Soon the rolling hills are filled with beautiful, laughing children and the sky above them is covered with radiant and spectacular jewels.

The floating jewels merge together and form one glorious, magical star that brightens the sky and the hearts of the innocent children. The lovely and delightful children take hold of each other’s hands in love and binding friendship. They sing enchanting, mystical songs with sweet voices in praise of  the resplendent and glowing wonder that lives in the sky above them. This blessed and happy scene is from a world that you, Dear Child, once visited before on your journeys within your many new and beautiful world’s of wonder, always!

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STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD by LYNN KAUFFMAN

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THE SACRIFICE  by LYNN KAUFFMAN

THIS IS A JOURNAL OF THE TRUE EVENTS THAT HAVE HAPPENED AFTER THE TRAGIC PASSING OF MY CHILD, JEREMIAH- APRIL 10,2008 AT THE AGE OF 28.

On Mother’s day- May 11, 2008- after work in the evening, my husband and I were sitting in the car getting ready to get out when our cell phone signaled a text message. (It was a new cellphone. The old cell phone was destroyed when my husband accidentally left it on top of the car and forgot, then drove off- it fell and was broken. We had only given our new phone number to one friend of Jeremiah’s and besides this we are alone and don’t know anyone.)

The text message said: Happy Mother’S Day, MaMa Lynn( my name is Lynn), I’m Okay, Marvo.

My husband called him back and he said that he was texting to a person who worked in Discover MillsWhere I also work).    I STILL HAVE THE TEXT MESSAGE!!!

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JEREMIAH’S VOICE( JEREMIAH IS TALKING TO ME) JOURNAL

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IN THE CITY  by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

Everything in the city

is alive at night.

Machines hum, lights shine,

cars grunt, radios mumble.

The buildings, great beasts of

modern construction,

section off the landscape both horizontally and vertically.

The elevator goes to 100, but it will

never reach heaven, and the fallen sleep

between the cracks, curled up in their own filth.

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IN THE CITY by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

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THE CITY  by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

JEREMIAH’S digital art is permanently displayed in the Museum of Computer Art

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To VIEW MORE:

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STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD—— JEREMIAH’S VOICE

THIS STORY IS FOR MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH

There is a world where all of the people have the same face, an emotionless mask of metal. They did not choose this mask-like face but they had no control over the situation. Their sense of free will was taken from them at birth and they are no longer aware of anything being different or wrong. They are all born in a gigantic factory of steel and shiny chrome. In this factory in a hidden room live the Creators of this mask. These beings have never been seen and no one knows who they are. They invented the mask centuries ago and tricked the trusting people into wearing them. Once trapped the people were completely under the control of the creators. Sometimes, in the dark of night, the Creators would huddle in their secret room and laugh together in delight at their evil power over the hapless people.

When a child is born inside the factory, as they all are, a mask is placed on the baby’s face when it reaches the age of 6 months and it molds itself into the child’s flesh, never to be removed. The child wears this mask it’s whole life into adulthood. The mask controls the child’s life which is, in turn, controlled by the creators. But, unbeknownst by the Creators, deep within the soul of each imprisoned person, is a secret place that cannot be touched. And in this tiny place the people sometimes have a sad and inexplicable feeling of loss and despair. But they can only scream their woe in the forgotten silence of their dreams.

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She lands in front of the huge factory. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. In a soft, gentle voice he calls the people to him. They gather to him and  he asks them to follow him into the factory. Once inside, he and the people go through many corridors and countless stairs that lead down into the depths of the factory until they come to a large, black metal door, thick with rust and cobwebs. Behind this door is the secret, dark room where the Creators live. The young man takes from his robes a beautiful, crystal sphere that glows with a dazzling light and sings divine, ancient songs. He places it before the door. There is a loud bang and the door bursts open revealing the Creators. They are five hideous and grotesque monsters, ugly beyond imagination. They are blinded by the fiery light of the globe. They scream in fear and terror and explode into a million  pieces, destroyed forever!

The people rise upward to the surface of the world, as the walls of the factory collapse and crumble around them. Once they are all above ground, the strange, cold masks on the people and their children melt away, showing their true faces underneath. Faces of great beauty and intelligence. Lovely faces of a people that the sinister Creators were always jealous of and wanted to demean and control. The people weep for joy and breathe deep of the air of freedom. The young man weeps with them and embraces them in  new found friendship. They thank the young man for his priceless, wonderful gift of freedom and bid him a fond farewell as he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always.

IN MEMORIAM

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THE INSECT KING

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Horns by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

This is the land of perversion,

Ruled by the Insect King,

Who flies the flag of black and white,

Creating color in the world where,

There is none.

You are blind, blind to everything, But he makes the bug

Move in your bowels.

by Jeremiah Kauffman   October, 2004

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IN MEMORIAM

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A Place Called Here

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M-Heads by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

I once dreamt of a place called here,

But only when it, the dream,

Came to cease,

Did I realize that in this Dreamworld was the only place,

Where I had ever been.

by Jeremiah Kauffman   May, 2005

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IN MEMORIAM

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Samael I Am

 

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Orpheus Blackened By The Winds Of Hell  by JEREMIAH KAUFFMAN

Into great prisons filled with human beings,

Homes to great unspeakable acts,

Three times in pleasure,

Three times in pain,

And rotten to the heart.

I am sent the ideas from the One who died in vain,

And vanity takes my soul.

I am drawn backward into a moment which does not exist.

I am Death.

I make quite the congregation of liars.

I smooth the cracks of time.

I water the fields

I invent your name.

Always the same.

Samael I am.

by Jeremiah Kauffman     April, 2008

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IN MEMORIAM

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STORMS

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IN MEMORIAM- THIS STORY IS FOR MY BELOVED CHILD, JEREMIAH!

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There is a world that is beset by destructive storms. They happen anytime and anywhere. They are monstrous storms which last for days and destroy whatever is in their path, be it forests, mountains or cities. They are storms full of natural rage and violence. The wretched and bewildered people that live under this continual torment are constantly fleeing for their lives and rebuilding their homes. They can never find rest!

The cause of the storms is a massive sphere made of fiery crystal with an inner core of cold, black rock. A sinister and unlucky gift from the heavens. It swiftly and haphazardly travels through the world’s sky and no one knows when it will strike it’s crushing blows on the helpless people that cringe and cower below it. When it comes to a place, it stops and begins to draw energy from the surrounding atmosphere and transforms itself into a huge, extremely violent and destructive storm that lasts for days until it is spent and then moves on. It is an unthinking entity of monumental power.

From the sky comes a magnificent white steed with white wings. She goes to the storm that is raging above a large city. Her rider is a beautiful young man in white robes who wears a crown, sword and necklace of gold. He holds a strange and fragrant flower next to his heart. The young man soars on his stalwart steed through the torrential rains and harsh, strong winds to the swirling sphere. The fearful and despairing people look up into the sky and see the young man. They are amazed at his daring and bravery. He brandishes his shining sword of gold which is engraved with many strange and ancient symbols and proceeds to ride directly next to the howling sphere. He swings his sword and strikes a fierce blow upon the sphere. There is a thunderous, almost deafening sound and an explosion of blazing light. And the evil sphere soars off the world with great speed into the depths of space- never to return!

The sky clears into a heavenly blue and the bright sun comes out in a glory of golden, warm light. The people dance and sing in a celebration of pure joy and happiness for now they are free to build their world and live their lives in peace. The young man smiles to see their happiness. They cheer the young man and thank him most heartily for his wonderful gift. They bid him a fond farewell as he soars off into space to continue on his journeys within his many new and beautiful worlds of wonder, always!

JEREMIAH, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU AND PROTECT YOU FROM THE VEILS OF THIS WORLD!!!

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Thank You!

 

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MY SPIDER

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My spider is like my heart,

This little piece of life that keeps me alive

Even though I don’t really know

How to speak it’s language Or understand it’s thoughts.

And together we will find freedom!

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IN MEMORIAM

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